This is a song about "Owen s going to jail"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I aint just spit in this s*** to sound all rough and tough,

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And we try to keep going

Let my angel sing